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Third Person's POV : Storekeeper's shop
Bard ran into the storekeeper's shop which was home to many antiques and relics that the townspeople had gathered through the years.
"Hello, Bard. What're you after?" The storekeeper asked him slightly shocked at the man's enthusiasm and energy entering the dimly lit hut.
Bard begins to look through a pile of old tapestries, muttering things under his breath. "There was a tapestry, an old one. Where's it gone?" he asked.
"What tapestry are you talking about?" The man asked out of interest looking at Bard as he lifted something out of a pile.
"This one" He unrolls it out onto the table. Names of the line of Durin sewn onto it. From the outside a woman who had seen the company enter before tell the people she is sitting with.
"What are dwarves and an elf doing here?"
"It's the prophecy"
"Prophecy?"
"The Prophecy of Durin's folk"
Bard traced the lineage of the tapestry and finds the last entry. Thorin. He looks up thinking deeply and whispering to himself.
"The prophecy... Prophecy"
Chatter began to arise through Laketown as word spreads about the company.
"The old tales will come true"
"Vast halls of treasure"
"Can it really be true? Has the Lord of the Silver fountains returned?"
The phrase seemed to have restarted a memory in Bard as he begins to recite something.
The Prophecy.
"The lord of silver fountains, The king of carven stone, The king beneath the mountain shall come into his own, And the bells shall ring in gladness at the mountain king's return, But all shall fail in sadness and the lake will shine and burn."
Bard runs quickly to his house, the setting sun causing the lake to glow a hue of orange as he repeats the last line of the prophecy. "But all shall fall in sadness and the lake will shine and burn" He bursts through his home to find no dwarves, elf or a hobbit and startling his children. His oldest child, Bain, runs up to him. A guilty look on his face.
"Da! I tried to stop them!"
"How long have they been gone!" He panicked staring at his son with pure fear.
Aeradriel's POV
We made a plan to break into the armoury and 'borrow' weapons. The plan was absurd and was sure to fail as dwarves aren't exactly light on their feet or quiet when they speak. But of course they managed to assure the rest of us that we would be fine and out of there quickly.
